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Blob’s hoarding, and now his murder, was no different. Natalie’s face was still, and though her eyes were unbearably sad, she didn’t show any other emotion. She just stared at the lock in his hand.
    “Someone did this to him,” she repeated.
    It wasn’t a question, just a statement. Blank and flat.
    He nodded slowly. “The lock is small, but it’s really strong and it was holding the doors shut. When I smelled a very faint scent of death, I broke it off, and there he was.”
    Linda had been staring at the dead body, but now she let out a low sob and sank into a faint on top of another pile of pizza boxes. Both Alec and Natalie looked at her for a moment, exchanged a bland look of little concern, then turned their attention back to Blob.
    “You know how he died in his movie, right?” Alec asked.
    “I’m afraid I do.” Natalie shivered, and not from the temperature caused by the open freezer. “I looked up everyone’s cause of death after Ellis. I didn’t want to be caught unaware a second time. He was frozen to death, right?”
    Alec nodded slowly and they both stared at Blob a little while longer.
    “What do we do now?” Natalie whispered. “Besides call the cops, of course.”
    Alec recoiled. “Uh, no. No cops.”
    “Why?”
    “You know how you don’t like fire?” he said. When she nodded slowly, he continued. “Well, cops are like fire to me. Fire bad. Cops bad .”
    Natalie glared at him and he couldn’t blame her. He had used the Frankenstein’s Monster Voice, after all. That was a bit out of line.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me, Alec. There’s a dead body of a guy who was locked in a freezer by someone. He was our friend and he was murdered . We need to call the cops and at least report the death.”
    Alec shifted. Now she was making him feel like a total shit. “Okay. Maybe we do have to call the cops. But . . . can you wait until I go?”
    Natalie stared at him even harder, and there . . . there was that little glimpse of a monster as her irritation turned to anger.
    “Seriously?” she managed through gritted teeth. “You’re going to bail?”
    “Um, I might be . . .” Alec felt blood rush to his cheeks and cursed it silently. “I might be er, holding, at present.”
    “You have got to be kidding me,” Natalie huffed through an angry exhale. “You’re carrying pot?”
    He shrugged. “Helps keep me calm before the full moon.”
    Which was true. It didn’t help a lot, but sometimes it cut the edge of the wildness that was already coursing through him and would only get worse with each passing day until finally he had no control over it anymore and it was Moon Fever time. Natalie arched a brow. Pure disbelief almost swept off her in waves.
    Alec rolled his eyes with frustration. Of course Miss I’m-Always-in-Control wouldn’t get it. She never even growled, let alone locked herself into steel handcuffs once a month to keep from marauding through the city and killing people.
    “Believe me or not, Natalie, but it’s medicinal. Only it’s not legal and I don’t really want the cops asking questions.” Alec backed toward the door. “So I’m going to just go. And you call the police.”
    She shook her head and Alec looked at the scene in the kitchen once more. Poor Natalie was going to have to deal with a dead Blob, cops, and an unconscious Linda. He felt bad, but he had other problems to deal with. Ones more straightforward than this. This was better, necessary.
    When Natalie got home, she’d understand.
    So he turned on his heel and bolted, with Natalie’s call of “You SUCK !” echoing in his ears as he opened the front door.

    “So you know the deceased how?” the bored, cold cop asked as he scribbled in his notebook.
    He seemed so unmoved by her friend’s death that Natalie couldn’t help but wonder if he was taking notes on something other than the circumstances of the case. Maybe about what movie he planned to catch that weekend or the stats for